Wade 'Deadpool' Wilson

There was a partizzle in this nizzle.

Fo shizzle.

"I really need to stop watching MTV Cribs," Deadpool remarked to a small child, a lemming, and two pets. Because, really, it needed to be said.

But there was a TV ready, booze of various kinds and the kind of snacks the girls on the show would die to have if it didn't make them gain weight. Mmmm. Deep fried.

[[Open party is open!]]

It was Wednesday night and Deadpool had the sneaking suspicion that he was gonna need beer.

A lot of it.

So he had a lot of beer waiting in the fridge. And a stack of ANTM DVDs waiting.

Aaaaany minute now...

[[OOC: Open! The large mutant guest would be chronologically last]]

Last night was a recap show on ANTM and Deadpool was most displeased.

Sure, it was nice to see more of the girls as he had yet to pick a favorite that didn't get voted off as soon as he picked her.

(Rest in peace, Claire...)

But he missed his poorly contrived modeling 'contests', darn it!

That might be why he was writing an angry letter to the CW.

After making Nate watch nearly half of season one of ANTM and drinking far too many beers, Wade had made his way up to his and Arashi's bedroom. Leaving Nate passed out on the couch with a suspicious fox using his chest as a bed, he flopped down on the big, empty bed.

He'd been gone a day and Wade missed him already. How high school did that sound? Next thing you knew he'd start righting bad emo song lyrics about the pain and all that junk. Wade curled up and was quickly out cold. But he was far too much of a cuddler to sleep comfortably that way, so he snagged Arashi's pillow to snuggle.

If anyone say that, he'd have to kill them horribly with rusty knives.


[[OOC: Establishy, Cable modded with permission!]]